They're book addicts.

If you are allergic to a thing, it is best not to put that thing in your mouth, particularly if the thing is cats.

Love can smack you like a seagull, and pour all over your feet like junk mail.

This feeling is not unlike the sinking in one's stomach when one is in an elevator that suddenly goes down, or when you are snug in your bed and your closet door suddenly creaks open to reveal the person who has been hiding there.

The world is quiet here.

Normally it is not polite to go into somebody’s room without knocking, but you can make an exception if the person is dead, or pretending to be dead.

We are a nation of children letting horrible things happen, and flunking Calc.